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The train to Bilbao should have taken less than an hour. But passing green little valleys scarred by the proliferation of high rise blocks and desolate industrial projects, it ended up being closer to four.I arrived hot, sweating and without the slightest idea of where I was staying

Chicas!! Chicas!!

James Taylor
2006-08-23 12:26:28

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the elaborateness of the designs often makes distinction difficult). When I don´t see one I assume any pressence, Male or Female, is acceptable.

Something that I seem to have cultivated over the last few months is a quick temper. I was certain I was in the right, so I wasn´t going to stand there looking apologetic while a horde of Spanish teenagers in over-elaborate pyjamas accused me of being some sort of degenerate sex pest (probably). My Spanish stretches about as far as "La Cuenta, Por Favor", so the case for the defence basically consisted of hand gestures, and attempting to scrawl and invisible female figure on the wall. This wasn´t really acceptable and only succeeded in angering some of the more macho members of the squad. Not a particualy cunning manouvre, but i wasn´t thinking. I started making some sort of hand/eye gesture which was supposed to translate as "I didn´t see". They didn´t understand and I don´t blame them, it wasn´t a very good gesture and could mean "Wanker" in Spanish for all I know. By now I was angry, I rushed into my room, grabbed some paper and a pen, and drew a shoddy stick women. Taping it to the toilet door seemed like a very good idea at the time, but it was actually kind of stupid. Some of the older kids, thinking I was mocking them. started to square up to me in that peculiar "strutting chicken" manner that I thought was exclusive to drunken British hooligans. At this point one of my Welsh friends, who had thus far been an amused onlooker, decided to intervene, suggesting I should probably leave it. He was right. I did. A few minutes later I spotted a few of the "yoofs "hanging around the Male toilet. They were probably hoping to kneecap me or whatever one does in Taewkondo. But I had already gone in the Girls. Ha, Fucking Latin Machismo.

I was in Bilbao for only one reason and that was the Guggenhiem. To me, like the Eiffel tower, it is one of those "Wow" buildings. I first saw it while hiking along ...